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Monday, January 21, 2008

once

So we just hit "stop" on my second viewing of Once. I didn't want to write a gushy post until I was positive that I meant what I said.

Now I'm positive that I love, love, love this movie.I love its concept.I love its music.I love its small budget.I love its organic performances.I love its location (Dublin in the spring anyone?!?).I love its actors...especially Marketa Irglova.

But most of all I love this scene...

When I say love, I mean the kind of emotion that makes your stomach flip and tumble and your eyes fill up with saltwater and your head get kind of fuzzy. I don't know why -- well, yes, actually I think I do.The act of two musicians who live ordinary and disappointing kind of lives but who will take the time and risk to share their music with each other and create this kind of beauty just about wrecks me. I don't know why. I found myself wanting to raise my hand in worship as I watched this scene with my family tonight. The Creator who shares beauty with us and through us wrecks me.I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with that, but for tonight I'm just enjoying this movie and the sharing of it with people I love.

Tamara Hill Murphy

I am Tamara Murphy: born and raised in a cynical, smalltown Northeast still harboring a penchant for hope and big ideas. Now I live in the bright city of Austin, Texas with my audacious and often-homesick family: two daughters, two sons, one husband.

I believe in the power of the written word. I read and write words to make friends with the ancient, present and future. I write to encourage both you and me to see God's presence through daily practices of art, liturgy and relationship.